Do you have a composition about missing your mother?

A spring rain came at an inopportune time, which made Mother's Day even more sad. It was cloudy, and the room was dark, as if walking into the darkness. I'm not afraid, because my mother is charitable. I stood, imagining my mother before she died, imagining her sitting there looking at me. At this moment, a strange smell rushed into my nose. At that time, my mother was away, my father was lazy at home, and the doors and windows were closed all the time, which made my heart sour and I couldn't bear to watch it. I'm out.

The rain stopped, and through the intermittent rain, we came to mother's grave. The rain made the soil in the grave wet and black and looked like new, which made me even more sad. The feeling of just losing my mother is back. I burned Mingbi and whispered to my mother.

When my mother was sick, I stayed in front of the sofa, turning over, scrubbing, receiving urine and sending shit, and never leaving. I always worry about how she will live in the future. I never thought that she would leave in such a hurry for fear of breaking her heart. I never talked about death. If I knew that she had left me so soon, I wouldn't care too much. I'll tell her the truth and let her leave with peace of mind. At the last time, my mother didn't say a word to me. Maybe she didn't want to say it before, and she won't say it later, but it's a lifelong regret. Molly's mother's grave just wants her to be happy in the next life without hard work, illness or worry.

Leaving, I looked at the heartless mound where my mother was buried. At this time, the rain floated into the air again. Is it my mother's reluctant tears? The wisp of smoke swayed in the breeze. Is mom waving? I shed tears.

I can't bear to turn around and walk in such a hurry in the rain. But I know that my mother in heaven doesn't want me to be sad. She loved me so much before her death that she wanted her daughter to be the happiest. I stopped, turned around and said silently, I must not be sad yesterday, it is better than today. No matter what the road ahead is, I know I am not alone, because you are watching me from the sky.

When I got home, the trees were still. They are independent individuals on the ground and connected to the roots underground. The branches and leaves of young trees are green and dripping, and the trunk of old trees is blackened by rain, like soaked tears.

I live a beautiful life on earth, and you live an afterlife in heaven. In the next life, we are still mother and daughter! Sure!